Space Precinct BLead by a man known only as Das Raver, the group known as Space Precinct B is, quite simply, a galactic police force. Brought together by promises of pay and glory, the men and women of this organization vary greatly in terms of morals and specialties.

Harrismander's ForcesLead by a deranged man known as The Harrismander, little else is known about this strange force other than the fact that it may take commands from an even higher power.

San Santos MercenariesA group of mercenaries from all over the galaxy. Hired by an unknown individual to retrieve the core.

Locals and Space PaladinsBrowntable is a planet which often receives little visitors, that is, until the core was discovered. Unaware of it's practical use, the locals have since taken to worshiping the glowing slab of SCIENCE! With space paladins watching over the sacred artifact, the people of Browntable have nothing to worry about. That is, until four index card fortresses showed up overnight.

The Objective

The main objective of this game was simple, grab the core and bring it to the inside of your base.

The JunkmenAfter winning initiative, the Junkmen waste no time letting their presence be known. A strike team of Halods moves forward and fires from the index card base into the town. Unfortunately for them, no attacks hit. The locals and paladins are now alert.

Harrismander's ForcesComing up second in initiative, Harrismander decides to move two droids outside of his base and into the front lines. A paladin waits at the ready.

San Santos MercenariesFollowing the same gameplan as the previous two factions, the San Santos mercenaries advance up to the local's encampment. They are confronted by a sword wielding local.

Space Precinct BBeing the only team with any guard towers (Three cheers for leftover bricks), no men advance as a sniper takes a shot into the local outpost.
Ah, I love the smell of dead minifigs in the morning... or late afternoon in this case.

Locals and Space PaladinsA paladin moves forward to confront the droids. Sadly, he is unable to do anything.
The sword wielding local, apparently believing that these mercenaries are trespassing on his lawn of scrap met-...er... bricks, attacks a gunner. He fails to do any damage, but comes close.
Meanwhile, at the junkmen's fortress, an enraged local storms into the still open gate and fatally stabs poor Paco!

The JunkmenFueled by the power of "doesn't afraid of anything", strike team leader Halo introduces Paco's killer to a fistful of buckshot.
In a similar fit of revenge and rage, Lopez moves forward with his gun blazing. He riddles an advancing paladin.

Harrismander's ForcesSwarming the unfortunate paladin, two of Harrismander's droids begin to pull the devout fellow apart in gruesome fashion. A stick wielding local watches in horror!

San Santos MercenariesInsulted by the fact that a local would dare hit his weapon, the lone San Santos gunner deals with the unarmored and delusional man quickly before moving deeper into the field.

Space Precinct BOne kill.
One shot. Or was it other way around? Regardless, the forces of Space Precinct B allow their snipers to clear the area before even thinking of advancing.

Locals and Space PaladinsA panicked local attempts to dispatch of a droid with his mighty stick (teehee), he comes up a little short however.
As the local deals with his length problem, a chainpole wielding paladin destroys the once... not as ugly... face of a San Santos mercenary.

The JunkmenSpying a convenient explosive canister near the enemy's position, Halo pulls his men back before ordering Lopez to take the shot.
Oh dear! Did they really think leaving that out in the open was a good idea? With their gate sealed and their men anxiously waiting to move out again, the Halods decide to wait.

Harrismander's ForcesHarrismander moves a large, wheel wielding, armored man forward. Not stopping for a moment, he squashes the head of the local with ease.

San Santos MercenariesAvenging his battle buddy, the merc gunner kills the paladin until he is dead. Wait what?
Another member of the mercs moves in and fires his grenade launcher after declaring, quite openly and loudly might I add, that he is in fact a gnome.
Fire away you silly little gnome, you!
Unfortunately...
Everything didn't go as planned.
This pisses the local janitor off.
That won't save you now, you repetitive son of a bitch.
This round is all explosions! I swear!
This man died for your sins.

Space Precinct BA stealth droid is moved forward.
He is covered on his way to the core by both sniper towers.
They do quite well for themselves.

Locals and Space PaladinsThe paladin mech advances and takes out one of those pesky droids as a local rider charges towards the second one.
...And critically fails. Looks like you were going a little too fast, sport. How-about I take you out for ice cream? You'll get them next time kiddo.

The JunkmenFearing the Space Precinct's sniper towers, the Halods move to the other side of their base.

Harrismander's ForcesScared of the incoming mech, Harrismander seals his gates. Locking the droid and large armored man outside.

San SantosDemoralized by the loss of Gnome and by a mech suit moving in, the San Santos mercenaries fall back as well.

Space Precinct BTaking advantage of the lack of photos, which implies that every other team's actions were not very interesting, the stealth bot moves forward and is spotted by the last remaining local.
The local is also spotted however...
Does this count as a genocide? I really feel the only victims here are the locals and paladins.

Locals and Space PaladinsSpeaking of which, the last remaining paladin destroys the large armored man. This proves once and for all that the large armored man wasn't so large really... Space paladin. I don't even know where I was going with that one.

The JunkmenThe Halods move forward, with their commander showing off how surprisingly flexible and unafraid he is.

Harrismander's ForcesScared (like a baby) of a harmless paladin in a mech suit. Harrismander has his men hold inside of his impenetrable base of index cards. No photo for you, sucker.

San Santos MercenariesThe mercenaries move forward in full force, ready to take on the mech suit.

Space Precinct BAs the other forces are busy regrouping and moving out, the stealth droid grabs the core! For some unknown reason grabbing the core makes sneaking impossible. Most would blame balancing, but I blame SCIENCE!A sniper also takes out the San Santos merc's grenadier, boy he sure will wake up sore in the morning.
And dead.

Locals and Space PaladinsThe last paladin attempts to break down the gate of Harrismander's expertly crafted index card base. With little success, he now stares at nothing in particular while looking mildly disgruntled or entirely neutral about the whole situation. It's your call really.

The JunkmenThe junkmen deploy a jetpack unit as the Halods still move forward. Should have thought of that sooner, sport.
They also send out a lone cruiser to stop the stealth droid. Say, that pilot looks familiar. I wonder if he and my lone officer that has yet to see any action in this battle are related...

Harrismander's ForcesDeciding that the battle is lost, Harrismander keeps his men inside his walls. No photo for you. This guy, I swear.

San Santos MercenariesThe mercenaries too decide the battle is lost. Gosh, what a bunch of quitters. One lone merc decides to take the shot despite his leader's commands.
The icecream offer still stands, kiddo. Not sure if your leader will let you go out after that terrible display though.

EpilogueAnd so, the planet of Blowntable was decimated. Truth be told, it's population wasn't very large anyway and they really should have noticed the four index card fortresses earlier, especially considering they took up so much space. The locals and paladins shall be missed.

Das Raver was successful in retrieving the power core of SCIENCE! for his superiors. What they are planning with it remains unknown.

Harrismander took out his anger for his defeat by desecrating what was left of the paladins and locals. Sure, kick them while they're down. You baby.

The San Santos Mercenaries held a ceremony to commemorate their fallen.

Their mascot was sad.

The Junkmen too had a ceremony for their fallen.

But then they remembered that they had a cloning chamber.

And Paco was born... reborn... he's a clone.

Browntable would remain uninhabited until another group of hapless minifigs stumble upon other artifacts of varying importance. If there's one thing to be learned from this all, I'm sure it's this.

And that's that. Comments, questions, and constructive criticism is all welcome.